I missed the shot of the black squirrel, alas.
But here, at least, are the best of the rest.

When did my people get loose from their leash?

“They were right behind me a minute ago!”

Nearly all the storefronts, except for a quaint cobbler shop, are for rent.

Their owners have fled down the hill, the way Hannibal’s troops were sent.

1) A bus runs from Spoleto to Monteluco, with key stops in between.
2) A good thing to know since mountain goats we don’t prove to be.

The “mule path,” an apt family name for the one who keeps pressing
To believe in the map, has failed to deliver on the promised shortcut.

Too hot, usually, at first; after that, too wet. And all the time, too dark and deep.

Behind Spoleto to the east, the hills of Monteluco climb beyond our reach.

Unless you take the long way round, since the Ponte delle Torri is closed down–
A trip we enjoyed taking this morning, even though it’s quite hard on the feet.

The wi-fi repair man cometh.

You’d think every Fall “Art Festival of Spoleto”
Would list all the exhibits in all the locations
Instead of preserving their spotless reputation
For promoting the chase of art hounds to and fro.